We were chatting with some friends the other night about where and how and when we met our spouses, and one person in the group was all, "LARRY used to have LONG hair? REALLY? Are we talking about ourLarry?"As if "our Larry" is some pasty straight-laced CPA with a stapler fetish. YES. OUR LARRY.The Larry who lives in East Nashville, is a musician, a published writer, and a special education teacher ... why is that so hard to believe?In honor of the upcoming romantic holiday--and for the viewing pleasure of the non believers, I will share with you a picture I took of Larry when we first met.But first, a baseline:

I took this photo on our vacation last summer in Seaside, Florida. The hat obscures the fact that ... well, it's not obscuring much, actually. That's sort of the point of the hat. Since we first met, Larry has parted ways with much of his hair and keeps the remains under a very tight leash--buzzing them with an electric razor the second they get out of line.I don't even notice when he shaves his head anymore, but do you know who does? My grandmother. The woman has an eagle eye. Larry will shave one millimeter off his already shorn head, and my grandmother will be all OOH! YOU GOT A HAIRCUT! Crazy grandma raygun eyes! So that's now.And this ... (duh duh DAH!)Is then: